Episode 90 Mu Qinghe

Tianling, the imperial capital.

The dense night covered everything, and there was silence in the huge Mu Mansion.

The light moonlight reflected from the window and fell on the figure sitting upright, casting a bit of chill.

It was an extremely young man with a handsome and handsome face, the line from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose was extremely smooth, and the mandible was sharp and sharp.

He was still wearing the black armor from three days ago.

Yes, he has been in this position, sitting like this for three days.

These were also the longest three days in his life.

Countless pictures flashed through my mind.

It's like a grotesque dream, but it's extremely real.

It was so real that he almost thought that the current self was in a dream.

A cool breeze blew across the courtyard, rustling the leaves.

He obviously didn't do anything, but at this moment he felt extremely tired.

Even when I got lost in the Great Wilderness and was seriously injured, but still walked for ten days without sleep, it was never like this.

He closed his eyes, only to feel that everything in his mind seemed to tear him apart.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

At this time, there was a hint of whiteness in the sky.

He stood up and came to the desk, his eyes slowly swept over it.

With his current status, food and clothing are naturally excellent.

At a glance, the paperweight, ink block and brush are all extremely precious things.

But in the end, his sight fell on a brush at the very edge.

The texture of this one is also very good, but probably because it is an old item, it looks like it has traces of time.

It really doesn't look like a big deal here.

He picked up the brush.

The tentacles are slightly cool, but very smooth and smooth.

At this moment, I seem to be able to think of her soft hand, the warm touch when it landed on the back of the hand.

"I'll take it like this."

She said with a smile, without any contempt for him on her face.

Even at that time his hands were covered with red, swollen and festering chilblains.

Recalling the scene at that time, he couldn't help but gently rubbed the back of the right hand holding the pen with his other hand, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

But this smile also quickly dissipated, stained with frost.

tuk tuk.

There was a knock on the door outside, and the guard's careful report:

"My lord, His Highness is going to Xixin Liyuan today, do you want to accompany him?"

In this Mu residence, there is only one Highness.

Emperor Ji.

Hearing this, Mu Qinghe paused.

The brush that had just been dipped in ink froze in mid-air, and a drop of ink fell, quickly blurring into a mass of black.

After a while, he took that one away with his normal expression.

Then, he finally put pen to paper.

His movements were very slow, and his expression was extremely focused, but the palm that could lift a thousand weights was trembling slightly at this moment.

One stroke at a time, he seemed to pour all his heart and soul into it.

There was clearly only one word, but he wrote it with great difficulty.

By the time he finished the last stroke, his lips were already pale.

Only those eyes can see the bottom a few steps deep.

"grown ups?"

The people outside urged again boldly.

For the past three days, the adults have kept themselves locked in the study room without any movement, and they are not without worries.

It will only be useful if you move out of Di Ji.

Mu Qinghe looked down at the word.

Yue.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had dissipated, leaving only endless sharpness.

"Go. Call a hundred elites and go with them."

It is common for Diji to go to Xinli Garden, and she usually doesn't make a big fuss, and she rarely even brings guards.

A hundred elites, plus him, are enough.

Enough—to seal her life.

 …

Soon, from Xinli Garden to the Royal Ancestral Hall.

Mu Qinghe received three requests for help from her.

Thirteenth Yue was transferred away from the mountain, and all the available people around her were also trapped elsewhere.

The only one to rely on is him.

But he didn't move, he just crushed all the news.

When the fire started from the royal ancestral hall, he was actually not far away.

Crazy flames soared into the sky, almost burning through half the sky.

He knew that Qi Han had rushed back desperately, and that many people wanted to rescue her.

He just doesn't know.

It wasn't until later, when the time was running out, that he finally took people to put out the fire and save people.

But, where is there anyone to save?

Under the fire, there were no bones left.

Mu Qing and Hong Zhuo searched for a long time among the flames and ruins.

In the end, he was completely messed up, knelt down, and finally passed out.

When he woke up again, Jiang Yucheng was there.

"Lord Mu."

Jiang Yucheng's face lost the look of grief he had when facing outsiders, and he looked down at him with a smile on his lips, but with subtle sarcasm,

"You should know that from now on, it's no longer hers."

Mu Qinghe was silent for a long time.

But in the end, he smiled slightly under Jiang Yucheng's startled gaze.

He nodded and said:

"I know."

He never, never was.

He didn't have such luck, and he didn't even dare to have extravagant hopes.

 …

That fire has since become Mu Qinghe's nightmare.

Day and night, the scene of that day always appeared in his mind.

He couldn't remember how many times, he woke up trembling all over, in a cold sweat, the chill almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

He was tortured constantly like this, almost insane.

And this situation finally changed when I went to Yaochen and saw that girl.

He saw those extremely familiar but unfamiliar eyes.

The biggest difference is the look in her eyes when she looks over.

Shock, disbelief, disbelief.

Mu Qinghe just ignores it.

Only after that, the fire in his dream turned into a pair of eyes.

He heard her question:

"Mu Qinghe, you dare to betray Ben Gong!"

Every word is like a sharp knife carved into the blood, and the knife is dripping with blood.

He clutched his chest, dejected and desperate.

"Your Highness...I..."

No.

But even when he was alone, even in a dream, he didn't dare to say these words.

He thought, this nightmare will probably have to wait for her to come and break it by herself.

It would be great if she could kill him with her own hands.

 …

He finally waited until this day.

The cold and sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and he could feel the blood in his body flowing slowly, along with heat and vitality.

But he feels good.

In all these years, there has never been a better time than this moment.

He saw her awaken, saw her return, saw her about to take back everything she had.

As the number one envoy, he seems to have lived a long time.

Always aloof and powerful.

But it seems that only during the ten years of Tianling was he truly alive.

His whole life was like going through a long nightmare.

Only a few fragments are warm.

In fact, it is very little, but it is enough to comfort this life.

For this reason, he is willing to make all these choices.

His vision gradually blurred, and finally he couldn't take another look at that face.

he laughed.

Fortunately, in the end, he also counted, and died as he deserved, and got what he wanted.

very good.

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